My big, fat knee.

Amazing view, right?

C and I are standing there, leaning up against a cast-iron metal railing, and I snap this picture. As he's describing the skyline and how there are a lot fewer ships in the harbor than he remembers, I slip my knee through the railing. Innocent, right? Not really. My knee gets stuck and I can't get it out. It slipped in so easily and now it will not come out no matter that I do.

Mind you, we we walked 10-15 minutes to get here and saw only two other people while walking. We're secluded, it's dark, we don't have a cell phone. I tried everything. Relaxing, flexing, pulling - nothing worked. This was a serious railing too. Heavy-duty steel, it wouldn't bend, even a millimeter, to let me extract my big fat American knee.

I was freaking out a bit. I was envisioning Clive walking 15 minutes to get the Hong Kong fuzz, them having to pry me loose with the jaws of life, and of course, being the joke of the police station for years to come.

Luckily, after much agony, I was able to wiggle my knee loose. Thank you, Jesus. Today there is a little bruising, but I'll take that without complaining.